The knife was swung sideways from the formation, with ample force and precise aim. Almost instantly, it revealed a bloodstained sword.
Zhao Lina only saw red in front of her eyes, then felt a bit of cold liquid seeping onto her face.
But she did not wipe it away, as her attention was entirely drawn to a man covered in blood and grime.
The man was tall, around 1.8 meters, and his short-cropped hair was standing on end.
He casually wiped away the blood splattered on his face, then kicked over the corpse on his blade.
Zhao Lina was about to say "thank you," but she didn't expect the man to walk over to her.
"Are you okay?" His voice was deep and resonant, stirring something in Zhao Lina's heart.
In a life-and-death moment, being saved by the man suddenly reminded her of her teenage dreams: If I were trapped and attacked by monsters, would my knight in black come to save me?
Before she could think further, her body was lifted into the air.
